If you can hear this, and I know you won't, the blood cut from our throats echoes where we deserve to go.
Straight into that red man's hands, alive with fire and one last chance.
What would your sisters do if they happened upon the real you?
See what you have, you're better than this.
Selfish and sad, don't forget what you had.
If you can hear this, and I know you can't, the blood cut from our veins echoes spelling out our names.
Straight into our aching chests alive with fear and cut up necks.
What would your sisters do if they happened upon the real you?
Slip into sleep, don't even breathe.
Dive into your bedroom and your one sure thing.
Can someone say you're safe, it's going to be ok?
Desire means we don't need anything, just a fractured hint that we knew we were something.